Setting the Scene
Sunday, January 29th, 2017
I don’t know what’s going on in there, but this is something I haven’t felt before…
Dad [having worked all day, with intermittent naps throughout because I’ve been sick]
Let’s just go to bed. I don’t think either of us will survive if you go into labour without us getting any sleep.
Okay, but let’s watch an episode of ‘The OA’ first.
Dad [wanting to decline, but knowing that until you arrive, it’s wise just to do as I’m told]
‘The OA’ ends, minds are blown, and I bolt upstairs, brush my teeth, and slip under the covers as quickly as possible.
Monday, January 30th, 2017
A few hours of regular contractions have passed, and your Mom is in clear discomfort.
You should call Ann now.
You sure it’s time? Some of the contractions are still a bit short.
Mom [think of The Exorcist]
I frantically run down the stairs and make the call to a messaging service that pages Ann. She calls back moments later, I put her on speaker, and begin trying to explain the situation. Mom of course quickly takes over, underlying the fact that she’s not having a whole lot of fun at this point.
Sounds to me like you’re still in the early stages. Keep going and call me back in a few hours.
Mom [less than enthused]
[5 hours of frequent contractions later]
Mom [clearly tired and in a lot of discomfort]
Josh, if when we got to the hospital, I’m only a few centimetres, I need the epidural. It’s just too much.
Dad [thinking if it were him, he’d have gone to the hospital and gotten the epidural four and a half hours ago, and probably moved onto whatever else might be available]
Okay, of course, whatever you need — but let’s just see where we’re at when we get there.
Mom [nodding her head in agreement, while rubbing her tummy and speaking towards it]
Just you and me, baby. It’s just you and me. We can do this together.
[Nearly 7 hours of frequent contractions later]
Mom [breathing fire, and giving me a look that says “I dare you to say no”]
Call Ann. We’re going to the hospital.
[Nearly 11 hours of frequent contractions later]
Mom [pulling you up to her chest, with your back to me]
Josh, it’s a boy!